Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 696: The incident broke out

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For a national treasure scientist like Professor Kelvin, the angle of seeing people and seeing things is completely different. In his eyes, many people on Wall Street and Washington can go to jail for a lifetime, so when he learned that Zhou Qingfeng may be a super spy, he did not reject it as expected.

But for Helena, it is still too difficult to accept Zhou Qingfeng. She has been in the reception room of the Chicago branch of the FBI all day long, but was surprised to see her boss William Bob.

At night, Helena had to leave the government building. She felt very ridiculous. When the whole world was guessing and questioning what happened in the shooting, she, the most critical insider, was ignored. Even when she wanted to contact other senior staff, everyone said she was busy.

Standing outside the gradually deserted federal government building, Helena did not know what to do for a while. Go back to that broken apartment in the Kaiwood neighborhood? Or find another hotel to stay? She was a bit dazed when she couldn't make a decision.

Dingling Bell ’s mobile phone rang again, it was a strange number. Helena frowned, and heard an anxious and irritable voice coming out, "Natasha, you stinky * **** *, I really didn't expect you to be an undercover FBI."

"Who are you?" Natasha asked coldly.

"I am Beaver, I was the one who recruited you into the bar at the beginning. But your **** has brought us a huge disaster." The person over the phone looked extremely angry and kept cursing.

"Oh ..., I think of you. Are you dead? What a pity!" Helena flashed a lustful, timid and greedy black man in his head. This guy is a close friend of 'Gray Teeth' Chris.

“Yes, I ’m not dead, but I ca n’t escape either. Last night ’s rage was deliberately controlled by someone, and I have something in my hand to destroy the black hand behind the scenes. I do n’t believe the police or the media. , I'm going to give it to you. "Beaver on the phone cursed fiercely, yelling for everyone to pay the price.

"Then do you actually believe me?" Natasha sneered. She felt that this was just a black villain who had nowhere to go. She wanted to grab a bite and pull more people into the water.

“I believe an FBI agent who is willing to be a stripper * dancing girl to gather clues for the undercover. Although I hate you, you are more reliable than those politicians and journalists. People like you ca n’t complete tasks without firm beliefs. "." Beaver said with a full mocking tone.

"I can't think you can give me such a high rating." Helena sneered.

"I will send you some pictures, and you will believe what I said." Beaver asked about the Helena mailbox, and really sent some pictures.

At the beginning, Helena was careless, but when she opened the pictures online, she immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

*** Sexual assault, *** killing, there are several protagonists in the picture, all of them are government executives, one of them is even the mayor of Chicago, Iman. And the last picture is the broken bodies of a few boys in their twenties, who were buried in the grass.

"You believe me now?" Beaver said.

Helena feels cold hands and feet, body trembling, head buzzing. She has experienced a lot of dark things, but if it is the one that makes her angry most today, "Damn it, where are you? You must be a tainted witness and take these scum to court."

Beaver said sadly: "I was trapped in a building, and the people of Iman were looking for me. They would immediately come in and grab me and torture me until I could make sure I could not threaten So far. "

"Where are you in the end? I will rescue you immediately. I can ask the police near you to rescue you." Helena shouted anxiously.

"Useless, the person who caught me is the police." Beaver smiled bitterly, "Chris boss has been worried that Iman will kill him, so he left a lot of things. We are worried that it is not safe to put it online. Things are stored in a bank safe in New York. "

Beaver uttered an address and account password for accessing the safe. At that time, there was a loud bang and a pistol shooting sound on the phone. He finally said in despair: "Goodbye, Natasha, now the trouble is in your hands. Don't believe the government too much, good luck!"

Bang ..., a gunshot ended the call.

Helena was stunned for a long time until he heard the voice of another male, "Hey! Anyone?"

Helena has no opening, but breathing is a bit short. She was very confused, and she wanted to report the matter as soon as possible, to debunk the matter, and to let the scumbags who occupy the high position pass to hell.

And the person over the phone could n’t hear her and said again: “I ’m Sherlock Holden from the Chicago Police Department. I ’ve just talked to you as a very dangerous criminal, if he has ...”

Beep beep ..., Helena finally cut off the phone. She took a deep breath and made up her mind to turn back and walk back. She will immediately tell the FBI colleagues about the photos on the phone and the news she just got. This kind of case can no longer trust the Chicago police, and can only find the FBI.

Only this turn around, Helena stood behind the individual. William. Bob, who could not be found all day, was approaching her with a smile, "Hi ..., Helena, I'm so happy to see you! I'm sorry, I had a whole day's meeting. He also said that he would investigate me.

But Mayor Iman used his network to help me a lot. This matter will be properly resolved and your credit will be mentioned. Oh, right. I heard that you wanted to find me, but I just called you but I couldn't get through. "

It can be seen that Agent Bob is relieved. But when Helena was eager to report what he had just learned, his cell phone suddenly rang.

“Oh, it ’s Mayor Iman ’s call.” Agent Bob raised a finger, beckoning Helena not to speak, and he himself connected the phone in a passionate tone, “Hi, Lord Mayor, Hello! "

Agent Bob wanted to make a few words of greeting, but Mayor Iman on the phone seemed desperately corrupted, "Bob, we just dealt with the last man of Chris. But the guy committed suicide, and those stupid policemen could n’t find it. The key thing.

More importantly, the **** made a phone call before he died. We are now tracing who this phone call was through technical means? Trouble you to act too, never let things go out of control. "

"Okay, Mr. Mayor, I will deal with it as soon as possible." Agent Bob was humble enough to almost flatter. He drew a pen from his pocket and wrote down a phone number on his palm. After he hung up the phone, he deliberately took a long breath and joked to Helena: "The government people are so annoying, they always give us trouble."

Helena stared at Bob's face and subconsciously stepped back half a step.

Agent Bob started calling again, and at the same time he looked at the phone number written on his palm. He just wanted to ask other men to check the specifics of this number, but he suddenly felt that the number was familiar.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds. Agent Bob ’s questioning eyes turned to Helena, and then to the mobile phone that Helena was still holding in his hand. "Who are you calling?" >